Everyone's asking; Ken and I are back in San Francisco after a
uneventful flight home. (Other than the disaster of gates E80-E87 at
CDG. Ugh.) We have a ritual on returning: try to stay awake for a
few hours in the afternoon, then make a cocktail, then order a greasy American pizza stuffed with
bacon and cream sauce. We manage to eat half of it, watch
a bit of TV, and finally pass out exhausted around 8:30pm.